What a week (I say that every week don’t I?).
Kelly and I took a Jane Austin inspired turn or two around the cobbled streets of Bath this weekend, spring has most definitely sprung in my neglected lawn, a few of us celebrated Holi blogger-style, normality vainly attempted to re-balance my life (sans-blogging everyday) and we sadly mourned the passing of the great Sir Terry Pratchett.
These overalls and shoes started off white and black respectively…then Holi happened.
I forgot that I’m not the only book addict in the house… she seriously cannot leave them alone.
Sometimes “THERE IS NO MORE TIME, EVEN FOR CAKE. FOR YOU, THE CAKE IS OVER. YOU HAVE REACHED THE END OF CAKE.”
I have a weekend planned of chores, relaxing, exploring London, catching up with a friend and discovering a few ancient houses. How about you?
Ps. a friend who’ll meet you at the train station of a Friday evening armed with wine and Salted Caramel Haagen-Daas for no reason other than celebrating Friday is a mucho keeper…